An Old Book

[summermoose]

I am not the greatest man,
so she says: "you are here".
She will settle like the dust
on an old book,
re-read too many times to open up again.

-BW BRINE

The imagery of dust settling is great and I like where this is going. Some feedback:

In the poem I am seeing three characters - the book (you), the dust (she), and the last line implies to me that there is someone reading the book (you). I can't quite piece these together into a crisp metaphor. Given it is a short work I think tightening the use of the metaphor would be very helpful to the reader. Is she doing the reading or is she going to be the dust? Or is being read many times a metaphor for getting old? Clearing this up through your last three lines would do a service to your poem in my eyes.